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Getting Along

she doesn’t have the hurt
she says she’s quite okay
— and she is,
something else has changed.

she doesnt seem to know
the person she’s meant to be.
she’s watching a stranger
act themselves as her lead.

she seems so well to cope
somehow turned off that sure-ache
by occupying with distractions,
— beguiled.

she is unsure of the path
the choices her spirit will make
the possibilities delight
and terrify her all the same.

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Drowned Thing

The siren’s call
echoes across the waves and
out from a whirling dreamscape
she pulls the man, down
into the lonely blue
and the delicious black
her fingers press
against the marks
of his intention
a drowned thing
he takes a breath and
rushes toward the surface
the siren wails, stay
but cured of his infliction
the man escapes, away
back –
back into the dreamscape.

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Tuesday

You lean into my kiss
with whispered breath
and soft exhalations
across your lips
I stand, tip-toed,
whisky-warmed
and eyes-closed
drinking you all in.

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